My sister. She was never well. Bipolar. I thought if I got my degree, become a therapist or at least counselor of some sort, I could help her better. Help her be better.

The forensic psychology wasn't about my sister. [It's added quickly, lest Will think her sister was a criminal.] It was an elective. A talking point with my friends. I thought it might make me more interesting.

[She pauses, staring out into the fog for a long moment before she looks at Will.] I've only talked about this with one other person.